Last night, I had a strange dream. I dreamed that I was a tiny dot in the womb of my mother. Formed by love, and blessed by the Lord. I could not see, I could not hear, but I could feel that I was loved. Embrace by the warm tenderness of my mother's flesh.
Here, I breathe on my mother's breath!
Here I fed on my mother's food!
Oh what a place to live! Oh what a place to grow! I was extremely happy in my little world. Believe me, it was happiness beyond compare.
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Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Sunday, March 1, 2015
A Glass of Cold Water
Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful.
Am I?
Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes.
I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother.
But that when she was young.
Now, I am much lovelier than she is.
I’m a mortal Venus.
Oops! What time is it?
I must get ready for the party!
Beep-beep…!
A-huh! Here they are!
Yes, I’m coming!
"Child, are you still there?"
"Hmp! That’s my mama"
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Am I?
Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes.
I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother.
But that when she was young.
Now, I am much lovelier than she is.
I’m a mortal Venus.
Oops! What time is it?
I must get ready for the party!
Beep-beep…!
A-huh! Here they are!
Yes, I’m coming!
"Child, are you still there?"
"Hmp! That’s my mama"
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Wednesday, November 27, 2013
I Demand Death
My hands are wet with blood. They are crimsoned with the blood of the man I have just killed.
I have come here today to confess. I have committed murder -- deliberate, premeditated murder. I have killed a man in cold blood. That man is my master.
I am here not to ask for pity but for justice -- simple, elementary justice. I am a tenant. My father was a tenant before me and so was his father before him. This misery is my inheritance and perhaps this will be my legacy to my children.
I have labored on a patch of land not mine. But i have learned to love that land, for it is the only thing that lies between me and complete destitution.
It is the only world that I have learned to cherish. And somewhere on that land I have managed to build what is now the dilapidated nipa shack that has been home to me.
I have but a few worldly possession, mostly rags. My debts are heavy. They are the sum total of my ignorance and the inspired arithmetic of my master, which I do not understand.
I labor like a slave and out of the fruits of that labor, I get a mere pittance for a share. And I have to stretch that mere pittance to keep myself and my family alive.
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I have come here today to confess. I have committed murder -- deliberate, premeditated murder. I have killed a man in cold blood. That man is my master.
I am here not to ask for pity but for justice -- simple, elementary justice. I am a tenant. My father was a tenant before me and so was his father before him. This misery is my inheritance and perhaps this will be my legacy to my children.
I have labored on a patch of land not mine. But i have learned to love that land, for it is the only thing that lies between me and complete destitution.
It is the only world that I have learned to cherish. And somewhere on that land I have managed to build what is now the dilapidated nipa shack that has been home to me.
I have but a few worldly possession, mostly rags. My debts are heavy. They are the sum total of my ignorance and the inspired arithmetic of my master, which I do not understand.
I labor like a slave and out of the fruits of that labor, I get a mere pittance for a share. And I have to stretch that mere pittance to keep myself and my family alive.
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